Isaiah…
Where can I find you?
Among the poor who sit in their houses during hurricanes?
Or among the penitent
Whose mouths are empty
And whose hearts are vacant sanctuaries emptied by their own disdain?
Are you listening to Philando Castile’s cries?
Or standing by the unnamed Rohingya child’s side?
Or are you ascending the ladder to the most High?
Did you forget the Earth’s famished during your climb?
We must not be undone by our chains.
Suffocated by the cords of our own lives.
Immune to the call of the world’s pain.
We can be like JacobLit. heel Jacob is the third patriarch, son of Isaac and Rebecca, and father to the twelve tribes of Israel. More than any of the other patriarchs, Jacob wrestles with God and evolves from a deceitful, deal-making young man to a mature, faithful partner to God. His Hebrew name is Yaakov.
Who stole the blessing
Who entered the land.
Or we can search for Isaiah.
Who cursed our fasting.
Who lived among exiles.
Who raised up others and
Thereby restored our People’s “age old foundation.”
